{"sf1_id":423259,"sf2_id":"A1poXAln","title":"Hypnoetry: Pandora's Box","author":"star dragon","words":924,"posted_at":"2012-08-27T23:59:00.000Z","tags":["Bear","Feline","Fellatio","Hypnosis","M/F","Poetry","Potion","Rhyme","Wings"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/423259-hypnoetry-pandora-s-box","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/A1poXAln","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/2f/ba/2fba9b6a-ef9b-4880-8505-ae68122c2d43","description":"My first submission into a field that I may have just invented, Furry Hypnosis Poetry. I was thinking of the ongoing Hypnosis Story Contest when I was writing this. Though quite lengthy for a poem, it's less than a third of the required length for the contest. It's not a qualified entry, so I doubt the hypnofurs will be posting it. And I do hope they don't mind me co-opting their little Fibonacci swirl for my icon. However, there is an honorable mention for short works, and submitting this won't bar me from making a qualifying entry. So while I'd best get my nose to the grindstone on that next story, I do hope you all enjoy this bit of dabbling I did into something a little... unconventional.","content":"What a creature before him  \na cat but with wings.  \nTruly this world played host  \nto such wondrous things.  \n  \n\"Welcome back to my home  \nmy cute little pet.\"  \nThe bear was confused.  \n\"I'm sorry, have we met?\"  \n  \n\"Why don't I explain?  \nHave a seat over there.\"  \nAnd without deciding to sit,  \nthe bear found himself in a chair.  \n  \n\"You've been here before.\"  \nThe words rang true in his head.  \nHinting at memories  \nlike tugging a thread.  \n  \nYet the bear was still stymied  \nas he tried to think.  \nBut there in a heartbeat  \nwas the cat with a drink.  \n  \nShe offered it slowly  \npursing her lips,  \ncoyly asking the bear  \nif he'd like a sip.  \n  \n\"Your favorite.\" she said  \nholding it up aloft.  \n\"Why don't you have some?\"  \nshe asked, so quiet and soft.  \n  \nNow clasped in his hands  \nthis fluid of pink.  \nThe bear thought he'd taste  \nthis mysterious drink.  \n  \nIf it wasn't his favorite  \nhis mind had certainly changed.  \nWhen he next looked up  \nthe cup had been drained.  \n  \nTaking his glass  \nhe saw her face in a frown.  \n\"You look so very tired.  \nWhy don't you lay down?\"  \n  \nThe drink made him dizzy,  \nso slow in the head.  \nHe said only one word  \nand that word was: \"Bed...\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;Yes, there was the bed  \na spread fit for a king.  \nThe cat smirked as she watched  \nher pet capitulating.  \n  \nThe pillows were soft  \nthe sheets very light.  \nHe didn't feel much like sleep,  \nbut he was losing this fight.  \n  \n\"Now isn't that better?\"  \nshe asked with a purr,  \nrunning a hand up his chest  \nand tickling his fur.  \n  \nToo contented to worry  \nwhere his shirt had went,  \nhe gave a small sigh.  \nHis resistance was spent.  \n  \n\"Remember me now?\"  \nthe young feline asked.  \nThe bear briefly struggled  \nwith what he'd been tasked.  \n  \n\"I've... met you before.\"  \nThe little bear recalled.  \nThough beyond that he found  \nthat his memory stalled.  \n  \n\"Would you like me to help?\"  \ncame an innocent query.  \nThe bear nodded \"Yes...\"  \nhis vision suddenly bleary.  \n  \nTwo eyes of gold  \nwith shimmering gleam.  \nForgotten to look away  \nor so it would seem.  \n  \n\"What a thing to forget!\"  \nThe little bear thought.  \nAnd so in this gaze,  \nThe little bear was caught.  \n  \nHer wings swept the air  \nbefore they gently closed.  \nBringing her sweet perfume  \nto his quivering nose.  \n  \n\"Do you know why it is  \nyour memory fades, little bear?  \nI've taken your memories  \nand hid them somewhere.\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\"It's a secret locked box  \nto which only I have a key.  \nBut I'll let you in  \nif you cooperate with me.\"  \n  \nThe bear took a moment,  \nbut it was easy to choose.  \nThis cat made him happy.  \nHe'd be a fool to refuse.  \n  \n\"I want to remember.  \nWhat must I do?\"  \n\"Oh no need for words.  \nHow 'bout I show you?\"  \n  \nThe glow from her eyes  \nflashed and swept higher,  \nsparking and churning  \nlike the light of a fire.  \n  \n\"Let me in, little bear.\"  \nCame a voice in his mind.  \n\"For if you let me look  \nI know you'll like what I find.\"  \n  \nAnd the bear soon reached out  \nto the presence he felt,  \nand for his good deed  \na reward he was dealt.  \n  \nThe warmth of her eyes  \nseeped into his brain,  \nbanishing sadness,  \nconfusion and pain.  \n  \nThe bear gave a shudder  \nof pleasure, no doubt.  \nThe rewards of submission  \nhe'd now figured out.  \n  \nAnd as she placed a hand  \nalongside of his face,  \nthe web of his thoughts  \nshe began to trace.  \n  \nThis way and that  \nthe bear's many thoughts led.  \nSo much going on  \nin that cute little head.  \n  \nSuch silly, cluttered thoughts  \nthat would be no fun.  \nShe plucked at the threads  \nclearing them one by one.  \n  \nHis head felt so clear  \nbody and mind relaxed.  \nBefore this he felt drained  \nso tired and taxed.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;But the cat kindly showed him  \nthe err of his ways.  \nReplacing the stress  \nwith quiet, heavenly haze.  \n  \nThe cat soon revealed  \nthe treasure she sought.  \nSo carefully nestled   \nwithin a prison of thought.  \n  \nAs she opened the box  \nthe bear gave a moan.  \nNot implanted this time  \nthese thoughts were his own.  \n  \nA tide of experience  \nthoughts and emotion,  \ninformed the bear of the depth  \nof his care and devotion.  \n  \nLong he had served  \nhis mistress and friend.  \nA service he loved  \nand hoped never to end.  \n  \nMemories flooded through him  \nas the box emptied its charge.  \nThe bear gave a gasp  \nhis eyes growing large.  \n  \nWhat the cat wanted from him  \nwas far outside the norm.  \nShe craved him for his body.  \nShe had lust for his form.  \n  \nSuch vast opportunity,  \na chance he doubted he deserved.  \nAs his mistress explained  \nhow best he could serve.  \n  \nHer request made him blush  \nbut he couldn't deny.  \nHow much he wanted to help  \nand give it a try.  \n  \nShe positioned herself  \nthe sight making him weak.  \nBut he stayed committed  \nto bringing her to her peak.  \n  \nAs he lowered his head  \nhis work passed in a blur.  \nA torrent of passion,  \nof feathers and fur.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;As the bear licked off  \nthe fruits of his work.  \nHe felt sleepy again  \nhis mind clouded with murk.  \n  \nFor his mistress again  \nhad slipped her key in the lock.  \nSealing away this new memory  \ninside Pandora's Box.  \n  \nShe praised her pet  \nas his mind faded away.  \nAssuring that this wasn't the last   \nchance that they'd have to play.  \n  \nAnd the bear for his part  \nnodded off with a sigh.  \nHe'd never truly sate her  \nbut Lord knows he'd try.   \n  \n\n"}